Dr. Daddy's Virgin

She pushed me away, smiling. "Go. Alright, alright, enough messing around now. I'm gonna go hit the shower."

"See you soon... and there'll be a piping hot breakfast waiting for you."

"Mm, I'm looking forward to that!"

"I bet you are!"

I gave her one last kiss and then headed off to take a shower. When I was done, I went and got dressed, got my phone, and then headed across the street to Mrs. Dobbins' house while Vivienne finished the omelets.

I knocked on the door, and less than two seconds later, she opened it; either she had been expecting me, or she had watched me approaching her house from behind her drapes or something.

"Well, hello there, Mr. James," she said, beaming a great big smile at me. "How are you doing on this fine sunny morning?"

"It certainly is a fine morning, and I'm feeling pretty good, to be honest. How are you, Mrs. Dobbins?"

"Oh, I can't complain. How are you and your daughter settling into your new house over there? Is everything okay?"

"Oh yes, everything is just fine. We're enjoying the place very much."

I didn't want to let her know that Jane was in the hospital right now; I wanted to keep this conversation as short as possible. As nice as Mrs. Dobbins was, I just didn't have time to get into an in-depth conversation with her at the present moment.

"That's good to hear. It's a lovely little house. The previous owners were there for 18 years, you know! It's a shame they're gone, but I'm glad that a fine and upstanding young man like yourself has taken over. Now, what brings you over here, Mr. James?"

"Actually, I wanted to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

She smiled warmly. "Of course! I'm always happy to chat with my neighbors."

"You might not be so happy when you hear what it is I need to talk about."

She frowned. "Oh no, is there a problem?"

"Kind of, yes. As you know, I'm principal at JFK High."

"Yes, yes. And how do you like your new job?"

"Oh, it's great. Good kids. But, like I said, there's a problem. There's a nasty guy c

ruising around this neighborhood. He's a pedophile. Preys on kids."

"Oh, my!" she said, shocked. "How awful!"

"Yes. I obviously want to keep him away from my school, but I also don't want him in our neighborhood either. The cops are looking for him, too. But I'm just being extra cautious here and asking everyone in the neighborhood if they've seen this guy around."

Alright, so I was telling a bit of a white lie. Okay, well, two white lies. Simon wasn't a pedophile (as far as I knew, anyway), and I was only actually asking Mrs. Dobbins, not anyone else who lived on this street. However, I don't think it would have turned out too well if I'd said that I was asking her because she had a reputation of being the nosiest person in the neighborhood.

"Do you have a picture of him I could look at?"

"Actually, I do."

I pulled out my phone and opened the picture of Simon that Vivienne had forwarded to me.

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

"You recognize this guy?"

"I do, I do!" she said excitedly. "This guy, he was, strangely enough, he was hanging around Vivienne's house! I thought he was a friend of hers, perhaps. Do you... you don't think that she's mixed up in that disgusting... sex pest business, do you?!"

"Oh no, no, she is definitely not mixed up in anything of the sort. I already asked her about him."